[Axel]
"No, you are not," I growl. Rosalynd places a hand on my arm, but no amount of soothing is going to keep me from fighting tooth and nail for my boy. "You do not get to come in here and..."
"Actually," Alexa produces a piece of paper from her bag. "According to this court order, I am entitled to visitation rights. I'd rather we work something out between us," her eyes grow cold. "But I'm fine getting the courts involved."
"Michael," I stare him down. At least he has enough sense to look ashamed of himself. "Are you going to go through with this? Why are you trying to steal my son?"
"Axel I..."
Reaching across the table I grab his collar. "Isn't it enough that you stole my wife out from under me, you need to take my kid too? Make your own damn son if you want one so much but you
